132 rooms. 157 suspects. One dead body. One wildly eccentric detective. One disastrous State Dinner. The Residence is a screwball whodunnit set in the upstairs, downstairs, and backstairs of the White House, among the eclectic staff of the world’s most famous mansion.
Q-tips say: Mr. Q enjoyed this more than Mrs. Q.
This series was a suspenseful, complex, funny epic. Overall, The Residence isn’t for everyone, and if you don’t mind piecing things together on your own, it might be worth the watch. There’s also a lot of repetition—phrases and quirks that might land once, but get reused to the point of being tiring. Some scenes feel silly or unrealistic, like detectives dramatically rushing through a garden after finding a clue that ultimately leads nowhere. First of all, why would there be pressure to solve the cause of death before any autopsy or forensic analyses were conducted? No blood spatter, or, more likely, no pool of blood? What little blood evidence that was found was never examined, just noted, then cleaned up without any lab results revealed.